CHAPTER 4
"SAWADA-DONO!"
Hibari heard a loud frighten shout from the omnivore's office on the way his room. Though he wasn't at the Mansion often but still had his own room here since he was one of the young boss' Guardians, much to his irritation.
It must be the external advisor herbivore since he was the only one to call the omnivore 'Sawada-dono'. What the hell did that herbivore doing here? Those herbivores were crowding again and disturbing the peace. With that thought, he turned on his heels toward the stair since his room was on the second story while the omnivore's office on the fourth…
…only to find the room was crowded with weak-looking so-called subordinate herbivores and a panicked dirty-blond on the floor with the omnivore in his arms, unconscious.
The skylark watched with widened eyes as he saw tears rolling down the young boss's pale cheeks, completely forgot the reason he was here to bite those herbivores to death, including the crying one.
What the hell had happened?
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The young boss laid on his bed, not showed any sign of waking up soon. He had been sleeping like that for two days, for freaking two days. The butler and the young advisor as well as the other occupants in Vongola Mansion began to worry if their boss would ever wake up. The brunette's Guardians except Hibari were all informed and on their way back. The Cavallone's and Shimon's bosses were already there right after they heard the news of Nana's death. They were all in shock at the news and the brunette's current state didn't make it better.
The broken-heart husband- Sawada Iemitsu had already arrived at the Mansion a day after his son's sudden breakdown. He remained staying beside his son's bed. The usual goofy grin disappeared, replaced with a rare tense looking frown as he watch the brunette's sleeping form with arms folded. He had just lost his beloved wife. What if he lost his cute little son too? He would never be able to get over it, again. Now he felt regret pulling all his precious people into his Dark world. It was his fault that his lovely naïve innocent Nana died. If only he had come back sooner…
He was such a jerk. He failed Nana. He failed Tsuna for not being to protect Nana as he had promise the day he was dismissed from his current position…
Forgive me, my cute little son.
His gaze didn't leave the brunette's figure a single moment until he heard a light knock at the door. He stood up quietly and opened it wide enough to see who was outside. As he saw his ex-student and current external adviser, he slipped through the door, closed it behind with a small 'click'.
"What's the matter?" asked Iemitsu.
"Master, has Sawada-dono woken yet?"
"No, he hasn't." Iemitsu shook his head sadly "It must be quite a shock to him to take."
"Everyone is very worry. The staff said his health had been declining" Basil halted for a moment, biting his lower lip "Ever since that time a year ago he went down with a really bad flu. I heard he was bedriden for a month. After the Christmas party."
Iemitsu arched an eyebrow "Did he?"
"Yes, master. And Dino-sama also informed me that something's up with him and his Guardians recently."
The blond let out a tired sigh. This was really not good. Family was everything to him. He should never have let them get this attached. This only end in his son's more heartbreak.
He would never forgive himself if something happen to his son. After all, it was all his responsibility. He mentally cursed, swore to pull the stupid Guardians' heads off their necks. Or empty a clip of bullets at their face.
"I will have to talk to them when they get back. No one make my son sad and that's final. They will pay for it." The ex-outside adviser gritted his teeth, unaware of the shuffling sound behind his back.
"Master! You can no…" claimed his ex-student.
"Shut up" the two people outside the room jump at the sudden cry. They stared at the door with surprise as it slammed open, revealed his son in all his pajama's glory. Instant relief flooded their hearts despite the fact that the brunette didn't seem to be in a good mood and he was glaring dagger at them.
"Sawada-dono! You're awake!" cried out Basil.
The young boss ignored the caring tone of his outside adviser, turned his head at the usual happy-go-lucky father "Don't blame my friends for what they didn't do. I am the one at fault. Don't you dare lay a finger on them. I won't forgive you, even if you are my father." Tsuna stated with a harsh tone make the other occupants flinched and instinctively took a few step back.
"But they did…" the blond hair man tried to protest only to have his son cut in.
"What they did is my business. And if I recall correctly, you are no longer a part of Vongola so stear clear of our part. Do I make myself clear?"
Iemitsu gritted his teeth. Tsuna kept defending the wrong people. He honestly couldn't understand his own son. "Crystal-clear, Vongola Decimo"
His son turned back to the shocked dirty-blond and coldly commanded "Basil-san, do me a favor and call a meeting once my Guardians arrive" Then he slammed his room's door shut once again, left behind two stunned people.
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It's happening again.
It's happening again! Kill, we have to kill.
He clawed at his face, tried to get the invisible fire off. He tried to pull off his hair, tried to rid of the damn heat under his skin, burning his inside.
He couldn't stand it anymore.
Help! I want to kill, I want to burn, I need to burn.
I need help.
Help me, please. Help! Kill 'em! Kill 'em all, destroy them. Show 'em what you've got.
I don't wanna hurt them. I don't wanna hurt anybody.
Kill 'em. They don't need you.
Help!
"STOP IT" He screamed.
Just an hour before he felt fine.
Actually, he wasn't fine.
He was angry. He was desperate. He was devastated.
Why? His mother, his beautiful, inncocent mother, died. And no one knew why?
His mother was ditzy. His mother was naive. Yes, she wasn't perfect but she had been a great mother, putting up with him all his loser life.
He hunched over a long table, tried his best to keep himself calm. This was too much. His head was pounding with emotions. he couldn't think straight.
Enma and Dino were on his left watching him worrily. They weren't really invited, but insisted on sitting through the meeting. Basil and his father kept close to him as expected. And Hibari was somewhere behind him, arm-fold against the wall. His other Guardians were on the other head of the table with Federico, much to his irritation. But once again he didn't voice his opinion. It didn't matter anyway.
The meeting didn't go so well. Tsuna could barely contained his rage. His eyes were flickering orange dangerously. His fingerless gloves, which used to be his old white mitten with the number 27 on the front, now shifted between normal form and X-gloves form continuously. The Guardians didn't even dare to make eye-contact with their boss.
Who was he? They must be wondering. Gone was the Tsuna who was called Dame-Tsuna because of his failure in life; Tsuna who could never be angry, never raise his voice at them even if they kept causing troubles, was ranked 1st at never turn down any offer; Tsuna who was always waiting for them when they was back from their missions, welcomed them with a heart-warming and genuine smile no matter what condition he was in; Tsuna who loved cooking meals for them all by himself on special occasions; Tsuna who was naïve and innocent and always forgiving; Tsuna who never liked fighting, let alone killing, never wanted to be a mafia boss; Tsuna who treasured life, who had sworn to never kill; Tsuna who was as warm as the sun. Where was he? Where was their sun? Who replaced Tsuna with this raging monster?
Tsuna was gone. What left was a smirking man who taste the blood of innocent with glee, at least in their eyes.
Whatever happened that night changed him, made him unrecognizable, made him cold and angry and bitter.
Now he was trembling. The Sky Flame started flickering on his forehead. His right hand had the folder in a shaking deadly clutch. Then an orange flame abruptly burned the folder into ashes.
Everyone flinched. They wouldn't even dare to utter his name. Hibari made a small warning noise from the back of his throat.
"SAWADA-DONO" Cried out a panicking Basil.
"Calm down, Tsuna"
"Tsuna-kun, you are losing control. Keep your Flame in!" He stood up, accidently knocked down his chair in the process. Reaching out a hand to soothe his best friendonly to have his hand slapped away roughly. "Don't touch me!"
"Tsuna! You are hosting a meeting now. Keep yourself together." Stated calmly the ex-advisor.
The young boss immediately snapped his head at Iemitsu's direction, his now orange eyes flickered with a glint of red. "SHUT UP" the brunette shout "Don't tell me what to do. You think who fault it is that kaa-san died? You have promised to protect her and now you let her die. And you can't even find out who KILLED HER? You are such a failure as a husband?"
"Tsuna! You don't even hear my side of story. Nana, she"
"Don't call my name. DON'T CALL HER NAME. You don't deserve her. You left her alone and made her cry all the time, now you let her die. You should have put a bullet in your own head long time ago."
Every occupants in the room watched in horror as the brunette launched himself at his dad with a flame-coated fist raised, probably aimed at the man's face. The blond man was too shock to react in time, stayed still and waited for the upcoming attack. But the pain never came. Instead he saw a silhouette with tonfas in hands, effectively blocked the flying fist.
"You are going overboard, Sawada Tsunayoshi!" stated coldly the raven-haired.
The young boss looked surprised a little, probably didn't expect the ex-prefect to block his attack, before his face went blank. He ordered coldly "Step aside, Kyoya!"
"What if I don't?"
"Then I will make you." Replied the brunette as he dashed toward once again, let his anger completely take over. He aimed a kick at the older man's guts only to be blocked by one tonfa. He fell back on his two feet, staggered a bit then continued attacking mercilessly. Hibari ducked and dodged gracefully while mentally calculated the smaller male's next move, tried to find out a way to knock the other down. Seeing the raven-haired was getting distracted, the brunette grabbed the chance and took the ex-prefect by surprise. A slamming fist on his chest sent Hibari flying backward, collided with the wall with a loud 'Crash'.
"NOW, ENMA!" shouted Dino from somewhere behind Tsuna.
The Shimon's heir took a second to activate his Earth Flame, immediately used his gravity-controlling ability to pin the brunette to the floor. The young Vongola finally snapped out of his anger and realized what he had done.
"KYOYA!" the brunet called out while still being pinned down.
"Kyoya, answer me! Are you OK? Please say something, Kyoya!" the brunette tried to struggle to run to the raven-haired but failed "Enma! Let me go!"
Everybody let out a relief sigh when they heard a groan from the ex-prefect's direction. "Shut up, omnivore. You are disturbing the peace."
The redhead deemed it was safe enough and released the Vongola Boss. Tsuna stood up slowly, dusted the dirt off his white suit. He looked at Hibari once again to make sure he was okay then looked around the large room, caught a few of stunned, shock, disbelieved and horrified gazes. He also heard some mutters.
"Who are you?" whispered Chrome, just loud enough to make out the words. The other occupants looked at her with disbelief. Chrome of all people spoke it out loud?
"Who are you? You are definitely not boss. Boss never treat anyone that way!" stated the eye-patch girl timidly.
A beat of silence. Then someone took in a breath. Not him, though. He had felt breathless since the beginning of this god-forsaken meeting.
"My dear Chrome is right. What's wrong with you, Vongola?"
"Jyudaime I know would never willingly hurt somebody." Yeah, but now he want to, someone blond with short straight hair.
"I don't understand you any more, Tsuna. You have changed. This is not good, Tsuna. You can't keep doing this." Pleaded Yamamoto. And he couldn't understand them, either.
"You have been weird TO THE EXTREME. We were scared..." More like he was terrified. He didn't even dare to look at his face as he spoke.
"We've been tolerating you so great me has his limit." SO they had been tolerating him since the start? Everything they had together wasn't real?
"We know you are grieving but… you shouldn't blame…"
Finally he snapped.
"SHUT UP! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU KNOW ABOUT ME? DO YOU EVEN HEAR MY SIDE OF STORY? DO YOU EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHY I ACTED THE WAY I DID? YOU SELFISH LITTLE TRAITOR. ALL YOU DO IS AVOID ME LIKE PLAQUE AND FUCKING CROWDING FEDERICO. IS THAT ALL I AM TO YOU? AM I SOMETHING EXPENDABLE?"
The heat was rising. But he didn't care anymore.
KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL
Startled, he looked around, tried to find where the voice came from.
KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL. KILL THEM ALL
He panicked, turned tail and run out of the room
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He sat in a corner of his secured room, curled up in fetal position.
The crazed voice keep ringing in his head, his blood was still boiling with heat.
He stumbled up and walked to the full-body mirror in his room. He looked at his own reflection in the mirror with disgust. White suit and cape, such a pure color. Now it only served to disgust him.
He wore white that day too. White used to be his favorite color.
White made him stand out from the other Mafioso, reminded him of the different path he had chosen. White made him a cleare target meaning less got caught in the crossfire.
Red on white was also a much clearer reminders of lives he took.
The drug drove him insane that night, made him wash himself in blood.
But was it really the drug? Or was it him all along?
He had no idea.
Suddenly his suit was no longer pure white, but as red as they had been that fateful night. His lips slowly curled into malicious smirk. Blood on his gloves dropped on the bodies-covered floor.
The brunette screamed in horror, punched the mirror in front of him with enough force to shatter them. His now own blood dripped on the expensive carpet, dyed it with an even deeper crimson hue. Some of the mirror shards duck deeply into the the pale skin on his knuckle. He heard footsteps from several pairs of shoes stomping on the floor. He heard someone banging on the door calling his name.
He couldn't face them.
Not until he got help.
He need help.
Reborn, please. Gods, please. Primo. Secondo. Whoever was out there, help.
He could kill all people he loved. he couln't let it happen.
We can find you help. Another voice, calm and collected, whispered gently into his ears.
'Who?' the brunette murmured, completely ignore the bang on his room's door.
I can bring you to help. However I won't be able to bring you back. Are you sure? This, this is an one-way ticket.
'No more heat? No more blood? No more bodies of people I love?'
No more, Decimo. Are you sure? You might never see them again.
The brunet paused for a moment. Then he shakily shook his head. 'Worth it'
Then he heard a sad sigh. The mysterious voice spoke once again.
Let's go, then.
That was when he found his Vongola Gear glowing brightly. A silhouette stepped out of the light, smiled gently at him and held out a welcoming hand. Without any hesitation, he took that hand and stood up, followed the slightly taller figure into the light, as he saw seven other figures around him. Their gazes all focused on him.
'Vongola Bosses…'
Remember, Decimo. That maybe you've gone will be what hurt them most. That it might scar them for their lives. You won't regret, will you?
He shook his head, determination in his dull eyes. "I'm expendable, they'll be fine"
As he finished his line, a strong and bright light engulfed the Mansion and all its occupants. When the light died out the other people outside the room stiffed in shock for a period of time. As soon as they snapped out of it, they become panicked and decided to knock down the door…
… only to find an empty room with no Tsuna in sight.
The Vongola ring was still rolling on the blood-stained carpet.
End of chapter~
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